Pin-Up - Evans Blue

You’re not the first girl to draw her fears on her arms,

In hopes to capture,

All the memories that hunted you down.

You can sow your lips shut with your heart strings,

'Cause god knows you don’t need them to hold yourself together.

But don’t look down because I don’t know,

Falling is fatal from this height.

I know I should have never held you up this high.

This high.

You’re not the first girl to cut her fears in her arms,

Then let them trickle down,

Passed memories to pools in your hands.

You can hang yourself with your heart strings,

'Cause I know you won’t use them to hold yourself up anymore.

But don’t look down because I don’t know,

Falling is fatal from this height.

I know I should have never held you up this high.

This high.

Pull the needle from the back of my veins.

Pull the needle.

Pull the pin from my picture.

From my picture.

And I will fall to the floor,

But you have to pull yourself together.

But don’t look down because I don’t know,

Falling is fatal from this height.

I know I should have never held you up this high.

This high.

This high.

(This high…)